Once upon a time in a closet dim,
The threads forgot how to sing or swim.
They danced on dust and spoke to shoes,
Whispers of worlds they'd never choose.
Hidden Pockets
A pocket with secrets, but it's shy.
"Why do buttons cry?" a thread asked a sock,
"Because they cling to shirts like time on a clock."
The sock nodded wisely, though it's wisdom was a lie.
Crying Poems
Poems that weep, but only at night.